whisps of spirits

December 22, 2011

The first thing I get for my thirst/

When I get home is a good glass,/

First thing, for a whisp of spirits,/

To swallow, then follow with a baw ull of brown/

And Comes the Pen, and the backlawn dawn/

Sips of word soup/

Supine, room-to-room pacing, then settling back down/

Not on my knees but I can, could, would, should  be

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One Response to “whisps of spirits”

  1. Sometimes I feel that when I read you, I should be on my knees.

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